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blank Alan and I watched the learning video I'm in, I still cant find it on the web anywhere though, not to order. I havent even seen the cover even and supposedly I'm on it.
There's Math In Deviled Eggs - Strategies For Teaching Young Children
99531563 12+
Provides a record on videotape of the effective teaching strategies identified by the research teams. Needs VCR, monitor, and notepad.
Video 1993 Agency For Instructional TV
Kind of a tough last few days I think, I've just felt like my attention is demanded in a lot of places, and I'm still dealing with my brother etc.,
and thinking about how it would change my image of myself if things turned out whichever way they do. Looking at old pictures of myself, it does seem like something changed.
So un-motivated to do anything, I need to get my computer fixed, fucking get the fucking movie off... thats so annoying... i dont know. I dont want anything to do with Chicago right now. You and me babe, lets blow this joint.
July 31 2005, 16:33:06 UTC 6 years ago
that girl will be a star someday
in the dry heat of late summer, humdrum days, you have the right and duty to be unmotivated, dear. no matter how much you get done, there will be more to do, no matter how much you get done, it won't matter, you're starting new. you'll be hurtling out of chicago soon enough baby, the g's will be exhilarating and frightening, but you'll be on the launch pad no longer, hearing your mother's voice droning the countdown no longer. but listen... underneath hers, there is another, a whisper, not a count-down, a count-up. if i could be your wheels, your silver rails, your wings, if i could carry you away from here, if you could ride me your silver rocket all the way to happiness and adulthood... if... if... if... if i break down along the way, at least you'll know that i existed, outside, that i could fly and hum outside of this sunken city. come fly with my, come fly, lets fly away... love love, yours, forever, dear